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        ANYONE FOR ICE CREAM?
Winter is coming on much quicker than we think,
The blanket of white snow will come in a wink,
The city scene will change, traffic will be slow,
And the pastoral places will a different face show.

Which brings me to the place turning right at the cow,
She will be standing there still smiling cheerfully somehow,
The milk stool buried in the snow, udders all hidden too,
I wonder if she may, while standing there, turn to a shade of blue.

Now we know the best ice cream is made from milk and cream,
A little sugar and pure flavouring may also seen,
So I wonder if we were to milk her what would come out?
Wonderful tasting pure ice cream without a doubt.

I wonder if anyone would notice me sitting there
Milking a over large metal cow, would they stare?
I must admit I am very sorely tempted to try it out,
Perhaps I ought to wear gloves in case the cow does shout!
For my fingers would be icy cold after moving that snow,
And me and my bucket up in the ait do not want to go.

So if on highway 11 you fancy some fresh ice cream
Straight from the cow, look and it won’t be a dream
If you see me there all muffled up, my head above the snow,
Stop and join us as further north or south you go.

(Millicent) Ann Margetson November 6, 2003
see also Turn Right At the Cow